My Tiny Life

a sad poem describing the slay of a butterfly

Under the light of moon and shining sun,

Opening the eyes, my life began.

Struggled to make my movements few,

Of harsh or honest here, nothing i knew.

 

Moments later i flew in air,

Was unknown that i was rare.

My feathers moved with beauty as sign,

The hillside made itself shine.

 

Enjoying the flight, was invited by flowers,

Absorbed their elixir, with joyful showers.

The scene was made with rising heaven,

Was the first wonder of the world �"

Apart all the seven.

 

My beauty then was tempted to him,

Was unaware of his want to trim.

Suddenly engaged in a cruel slay,

My life ended in this barbaric way.

 

The bidders valued may lifeless feathers,

My soul is yet to untether.

With no emotions and cruel motions,

                                  They darkened my joyful ocean.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Wow. I loved the flow and the rhythm of this poem. Beautiful words and the imagery. I liked it.

[Gooneelkumar Bannenavar]

Thanks najam!!

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome ☺